the victim of fashion(designers)//Morphia//L.A

[Anneliese Grayson]

Anneliese sighed from her rather uncomfortable plastic chair that the runway company must have stolen from a hospital, as that was the only place she knew with chairs that made you feel this bad by simply sitting on it.

She flipped the page of her runway pamphlet boredly. She'd already looked threw it twice, memorised all the other models and designers by name and face from it and even scouted out some competition in the modelling ranks - a young upstart gave her a little bit of worry, until she saw her in person. A girl who photographed well, but was nothing special in real life.

Right now however, she was getting a headache. The designers were allowed to choose their own models for the show the next day, and right now, around 90% of them were arguing over who got her. She wouldn't be cliche and say it was 'such a hassle to be so popular', as that was a lie, it gave her a fair amount of smugness and superiority, but they'd been going on for the best part of an hour non-stop and it was grating on her nerves.

She growled quietly, tossing the pamphlet down on the empty seat next to her, crossing her jean clad legs and fixing her plain white vest (no point in getting dressed up just to change numerous times). She couldn't even talk to the other models to cure her bordum, because they were all glaring at her for getting most of the attention.

[Morphia]

As was her custom for these types of events Mophia was fashionably late. It was always good to make the directors of these fashion weekends sweat, and when you were working with big names you tended to always want to make a stir even if just to stay relevant.

Wearing tight leather trousers and a low hanging studded belt paired with a leather suit jacket that was cut down to her navel with nothing but a thin red bra under neath Morphia made her way into the back stage area her hair tousles for that bedroom sex look and her make up matching with smokey eyes and nude lips.
"What did I miss?" She asked the short fellow who was to be her PA for the weekend.
"Not very much ma'am. This year there is a particularly popular model a miss..." he looked down at his roster. "Grayson."
"Good, I want her, make that happen." Morphia continued walking into the room and noticed the knot of squabbling designers and then smirked. "On second thought, Stevens, I think I'll take care of this one myself. Go make sure our dressing rooms are secure for me, will you?"
"yes ma'am." The PA said before scurrying off.

The tall asian woman- made that much taller by her stiletto high heels made her way over to the refreshment table and gathered two solo cups half way full of grapefruit juice. From a hip flask carried by one of her body guards she produced a bit of Vodka and poured it into the two cups and made her way towards the young model watching the group fight.
"Tough crowd, huh?" Morphia said handing one cup to the girl the other she kept for herself.

[Anneliese Grayson]

Anneliese glanced up as a cup was thrust in front of her face, raising her eyebrows at the womans words. Morphia. Former model and now a fashion designer, always gearing towards the more rock and roll, morning after a party type fashion. Anneliese had a few items of her clothing - black leather shorts, a studded vest and a pair of torn leather trousers - back in Gotham, since she rarely got the chance to wear them in San Fran.

"They've been fighting over me like a piece of meat for the past hour." She stated dryly, taking a sip from the cup, instantly noticing that the juice was laced with vodka - good vodka as well. Ketel One if she wasn't mistaken. "Thanks for the drink. I need it. Their non-stop whining has given me a terrible headache." She cast a scathing glare at the designers, none of which had noticed a newly arrived rival designer chatting it up with their 'prize'.

"How about I just sort this out now." She turned to the leather clad woman with a slight smirk. "How about I become your model? Think about it. The most popular model and the most outrageous designer pairing up would make for an explosive show, don't you think?"

[Morphia]

Morphia smirked, oh this had worked like a charm. "I've been waiting for an offer like this all night." She said taking a sip from her own drink. "And what would your measurements be? I want to make sure I've got the right pieces with me. I'd hate to have to special deliver from the New York collection."

The Asian woman looked the girl over, she was thin, that was good for her newest line. Oh that new sheer top and the miniskirt would look great on this girl, as well as the studded bustier and the long skirt, oh yes this girl would do oh so well but she was a little worried about the bust line.

Stevens was weaving his way through the crowd now, to inform Morphia of their dressing arrangements. Hopefully she'd have more space this year than last year. Last year she had ten models and only space to change four of them. Hair and make up was done in the hall, and nothing pissed Moprhia off more than having to share hair and make up with every one and their fucking brother.

[Anneliese Grayson]

At the question about the measurements, Annie nodded. It was understandable, after all. The show was tomorrow and if things needed changed, it had to be as quickly as possible. "I'm 33 bust, 22 waist and 34 hips. That OK?" She mostly asked because Morphia was known to try and get the more curvy models, ones with breasts that filled out her clothes nicely and hips that were carefully rounded. Anneliese was the opposite. Her bust was rather small, at only a B cup, and her hips narrow and skinny. Perfect for haute couture, but not so much for the more urban types.

Then again, many designers would change their model preference for her. Not that she was big headed - OK, so maybe she was a little - but having the progeny of the infamous Kory Anders model for you was a huge step in a designers career, especially if said progeny was also a world wide super model and had been since 16.

She stood up from her seat, sipping her drink and ignoring the designers who finally remembered she was there. "Well then, Morphia. Should we go and take measurements and discuss outfits for tomorrow then?" She asked loudly, all to aware that the designers could hear her and were probably in shock and horror.

[Morphia]

Morphia smirked when the girl asked if her measurements were okay.
"Why darling, your going to be perfect for my newest line." That wasn't entirely true, the bustier would have to be brought in a bit but not a lot.

A few of the other designers started noticing Annie getting up, Morphia stood along side the girl, dropping her empty cup into a trash can beside the seat she'd just vacated.
"Stevens, get Miss Grayson some consent forms and a 1099, we just found our feature girl."
"Yes ma'am Ms. Morphia." Stevens said handing Annelies a clip board and a pen. "If you'll just follow me miss Grayson we'll take you back to get fitted."

"Hey." One of the other designers- well he wasn't even, he was a HR director from a larger label spoke up as Morphia began to follow Annie and Stevens back to her dressing room. "You can't just come in and snatch her up, we've all be negotiating all day."
Morphia smiled her best 'I'm better than you' smile. "I'm sorry sweetie, I just did."
With that Morphia walked after the other two, her pace a bit slower.
Her Doctor had told her to take it easy, it hadn't been to long since she'd had the baby. While Morphia was glad to have her waist line back she wasn't really back up to full speed even if her body was healing properly some times she just felt like she was in slow motion.

[Anneliese Grayson]

Anneliese skimmed the contracts and forms with a careful yet quick eye. She knew these things like the back of her hand, and anything outrageous or different from the norm would stand out like a sore thumb. Once content everything was fine and she wasn't signing something that would make her basically a porn star - someone had tried that before and failed miserably. Especially when Richard found out. His hospital bill had been expensive and Richard had got in major trouble from their parents for that - she signed her name with a flourish, making the contract legally binding for the show.

As a man spoke outright against Morphia taking her, Anneliese turned around, eyebrows raised. "If by 'negotiating' you mean snarling like rabid animals and giving me a headache, then yes, you've been 'negotiating' for a fair while. However, none of you asked me if I would model for you, not like Morphia here. Thus, legally, I can agree to be her model for this show as there is no contract between any of you and myself, not even a verbal one." With that, she turned around and continued following Stevens to the dressing room, finishing her cup on the way and tossing it behind her, not even looking as it landed perfectly in the trash can.

When they arrived at the generously sized dressing room, Anneliese sighed. "Thank god I'm away from them. So irritating and noisy."

[Morphia]

"Tell me about it." Morphia said dropping into one of the make up chairs once they were in the dressing rooms.

Stevens had scurried off to go file his paper work away as soon as they cleared the wooden doors and replacing him came a short black girl with close shaven hair and a lip ring. She was carrying two garment bags which she hung up on the rack closest to Annie.
"Go head, open them up." Morphia instructed her young model. "These will be your two suits for the evening, you'll be the center piece to my monochromatic collection."
The first out fit was a sheer see through blouse decorated at the sleeve hems and neck line with reflective squares bordering to catch the light, this was paired with high waisted leather shorts and a studded belt along with leather studded boots. (concept sketch design 1)
The second was an evening wear piece, a bustier and long skirt, with platform high heel shoes. (concept sketch design 2)
The sets for Morphia's show this year complimented the grey tone clothing perfectly.
The set's were all sleek plastic modeled in bright monochrome colors, shades of red.
The clothes were all black and white except for what Annelies would be wearing which was going to be grey tones. The music was composed specifically for the show by Gilgamesh himself and the lighting would just highlight ever piece perfectly Morphia had really out done herself this year.

[Anneliese Grayson]

Anneliese looked at the outfits critically. They were stunning, no one could deny that. But unlike most designers, who put her in extremely feminine clothes, all pinks and blues, or floaty dresses these looked tougher, a bit more outside the box.

It just proved she'd made the right choice.

Although there was one problem. "I love them, seriously. Especially the skirt with the second outfit, and the boots. One slight change may need to be made though..." She gave Morphia an apologetic smile. "The first outfit...I'm going to have to wear something covering my chest, or else my brother will pitch a fit and probably drag me off the runway after punching out every guy who saw me."

It wasn't a secret that the elder Grayson twin was scarily over protective of his sister. Anyone who read gossip magazines, or worked in the fashion world knew that. The media was still reeling from the time he publicly attacked a influential foreign diplomat for getting too grab-by with her at a Gala last year. Or how he destroyed a paparazzi's camera when he was caught snooping around the Grayson mansion in Gotham, snapping pictures of Anneliese out by her pool.

[Morphia]

When the girl asked for something to cover up under the sheer shirt Morphia felt her eye brows raise and her head tilt as an amused smile played across her features.
"Really?" Morphia mused leaning one elbow on the rest of the make up chair and then propping her chin on the fist attached to said arm. "Well I'm not sure whether it's refusing or not to see such a moralistic young lady or if it's just cute to see families still sticking up for one another."

That being said Morphia would have to think of something to help with the look of the outfit with out revealing the girls bust, she pondered a bit before standing and walking over to a case that had been brought in while Morphia was checking into her hotel earlier.
Opening the case and trifling through the drawers Morphia found a few spare pieces she'd brought along incase something came up.
She returned to Annie with a three inch tube top in hand, it was solid black screen printed in dark grey it had the barely visible word 'censored' upon it. Morphia thought it was actually rather a cute joke considering.
"Why don't you try it with this underneath, it might help quell the jealous affections of your brother."

[Anneliese Grayson]

Anneliese looked at the tube top with a wide smile. "OK, so...not going to lie. I may have to steal this." She stated, with complete seriousness as she took the small piece of fabric out of Morphia's hand.

With no modesty or shyness - you couldn't be shy about your body as a model. She'd done a full costume change from jeans to hot pants in under a minute before during one show once, complete with underwear change - she pulled her vest top over her head, followed by her bra, slipping into the tube top which clung to her skinny figure, just covering her small - yet very perky! - breasts, and then wriggled into the insanely tight leather shorts, fastening them around her waist, along with the best, before pulling the loose sheer top over her head, and finishing it off with the boots, ruffling her hair a little.

"Well? Do I do your clothes justice?" To say Anneliese looked 'good' would be an understatement. She looked even more stunning than normal, which amazing clothes always did to a girl. The outfit seemed to elongate her frame - which, admittedly, was a little short for a runway model - and add in curves she'd never had before.

[Morphia]

Morphia smirked when the change was complete. "Now don't you just look stunning."
The asian woman caught sight of her P.A. aimlessly wandering around trying to look busy she caught his eye and motioned him over.
"Stevens, can you get some test shots of miss Grayson, I'd like to see how the outfit falls, and moves."
Stevens nodded and went off to retrieve the camera.

Morphia stood now and circled Annie. The height difference between them was already quite noticeable at four inches but adding Morphia's high heels Anneliese looked like a child. It was almost to perfect, dress up this innocent looking gal in such provocative clothing and pair her next to those tall curvy run way models, well this shower was going to be a real stand out this year.
"I think you're going to be quite the star, Miss Grayson."

[Anneliese Grayson]

Anneliese raised her eyebrows at the last statement Morphia made before chuckling. "In case the rabble of designers before didn't clue you in, I'm already a 'star'. Not to be big headed of course, only truthful." Of course, it was a slight lie - the not being big headed part. Anneliese would never deny being quite the narcissist and pretty egotistical on top of that, at least when it came to her looks. She knew she was stunning and a damned good super model, if only due to the way designers and photographers practically brawled to work with her.

"Of course....no doubt we'll be the most talked about duo at this little show. Your clothing and my looks is as close to an unbeatable combination as we'll get." She smirked a little, smoothing the sheer sleeves a little, relishing in the soft yet slightly coarse feel.

[Morphia]

Morphia smirked, confident little bitch wasn't she? That was something Morphia loved in a star, some one who knew how to make things work, how to make things better than every one else around them. That's part of what made her want to work with Shredder despite his enormous ego. It's what made her weak in the knees for Claude- well that and the way he did that little trick in bed, but that was another matter entirely.

"I think your right Miss Grayson." Morphia gave a two fingered salute to her model before walking back over to the make up chair and sitting down.
"If you wouldn't mind trying the other outfit please, I want to see if we'll need to take in the bustier any or if tightening the laces will be enough."
She motioned for one of her seamstresses to come forward from her work elsewhere.

[Anneliese Grayson]

Anneliese nodded, unbashfully stripping out of the current outfit and carefully pulling on the second. The skirt was a little loose around the hips, but the way it hung extremely low made it look - somehow - even sexier, since it was just on the cusp of indecent. The bustier however, was a hole different matter. It was made for someone with more curves, obviously, and hung awkwardly, baggy in almost every area possible.

"Evidently, the bustier was made for someone a little more...top heavy." Anneliese stated dryly. "I'm thinking taken in a little and made some chicken fillets to give it the right look?"